In shadows deep where whispers hide,
A longing heart, desires abide.
The golden gleam of endless need,
In silent corners, plants its seed.

The grasping hands that clutch and crave,
Like waves that crash and never save.
A hunger vast, a void unfilled,
The mind consumed, the spirit stilled.

Beneath the stars, the world untamed,
Yet still the yearning, wild and maimed.
The treasures gained, yet peace denied,
For in this greed, the soul has died.

And though the night may whisper dreams,
The heart remains in endless schemes.
For greed, a fire that burns so bright,
Leaves empty shadows in its flight.